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Had this one sitting in my phone notes since before even Not Stupid… I think it might have been the spark that ignited it actually…. XD
It happens during a mission briefing so godsdamn early even Titus isn’t fully presentable.
And that’s the key to the best moment of his life.
Well in a manner of speaking.
Gaining ones soulmark is never a painless process, after all.
He’s standing before the King’s desk, fiddling with his jacket buttons because Regis is an asshole and called him in at one in the fucking morning. Along with Ulric, Elshett and Leonis. They’re all in various stages of hastily dressed and blinking away sleep as they wait for Regis to even show his dumb face.
Titus is too focused on mentally bitching out his King and fixing his stupid jacket to notice Ulric and Leonis sigh simultaneously and reach out to him.
He certainly notices when their hands collide with his, and each other’s, with their intent to help.
A shock of pure agony lances through his body.
It feels like burning, like lightening, like the crackle of ice shards burying beneath every inch of skin and freezing the breath in his lungs, numbing the scream in his throat and then.
Darkness.
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He wakes up aching, like he spent three days straight fighting imperial troops. Or behemoths. That might be more accurate.
It still takes a moment to push through his grogginess to realize that he’s not in a hospital bed. Too comfortable. And the walls aren’t a mind numbing dull white. No. They’re the ivory of a Match Suite. That gives him pause, because the only reason he’d be here is if he had found his match and he’d damn well remember if-
He takes a sharp breath and despite the pain shoots up into a sitting position.
In the bed on either side of him, lie Leonis and Ulric.
He doesn’t know if he should laugh, or cry, or fall to his knees and thank the Astrals, because he’s been given the extremely rare honor of having two matches. Two! Both of whom he admired immensely and had secretly hoped to be his, despite his First Exchanges with them proving otherwise.
But here are the both of them, as if the Astrals heard his quiet, unspoken desire and decided to show mercy.
He leans over gingerly, ignoring his body’s protests to first run a gentle caress over Ul-Nyx, Nyx’s cheek, then Cor’s, feeling honest to Six sparks tingling up his fingers to his arm. They begin to stir awake at the touch, and Titus feels an answering stir in his chest from their bond.
With bated breath, he waits for the other two to rouse enough to come to the same conclusion he did.
Nyx looks gobsmacked, and like he might cry, looking up at Titus with eyes full of wonder.
Cor, on the other hand, goes very, very still, face blank and the only sign of emotion is his breath hitching.
Titus takes a gulp of air, “So… This.. was unexpected.”
ffxv draucor drautyx cornyx draucortyxwould that be their ship name?? titus drautos nyx ulric cor leonissoulmate au
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rayearthdudette Have I mentioned recently that I really love this idea? Because I do. Just - soulmates, and the unexpected, and long-buried hopes that none of them ever thought could come true. Just - the implications that they’ve all been pining for one another and never made a move because they never touched simultaneously…
I have to admit, I’m curious about the soulmate dynamics in this ‘verse. Like - what’s a Match Suite?
Again, I really enjoyed it, and I look forward to seeing where you take it!
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